Thursday, November 5, 2009

“Back to back” is too lesbian and this is supposedly a pageant post…my Miss Earth eye candies. I know, I’m supposed to take a step forward and write like I did at least 14 years of schooling but I can’t be too hard to myself after all that seems to be my professor’s lesson plan for this semester.

The Vatican Council-worthy “back to back” issue stirs the bishops of pageantry and they are keen to call a synod to discuss formally the merits and repercussions of having a reigning Filipina crown another Filipina at the Miss Earth 2009. This year’s Venezuelan back to back has caused the 2nd reformation where Miss Universe lost a considerable number of its faithful hence a failure of moral precedence.

Alas! That’s it for my attempt at creative writing! I might as well do something less embarassing like NOT watching Katrina Halili on TV.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

In case no one has mentioned to you yet, very few OCW Filipinos working or who use to work in Port Moresby had the chance for a sneak peek of what's the place is like. For most of us, if the experience is a speech, POM (or Port Moresby, the only other acronym that will be spasmodically part of your vocabulary while you are in PNG)was delivered before us impromptu, right there and then at the Jackson's.

Since you failed to mention the duration of your first try of la vida POM, I am assuming, based on your queries that it was a quick stab, but interestingly long enough and appreciative enough to be weighing up these issues this far. Truth is, I'm writing this for a personal reason. I'm sorry, but there are Pinoys who by virtue of their almost permanence of residence boast enough credibilty to address your queries. I only have five years to prop my bragging rights (if there should be one). This is then is my official thank you to the people of Port Moresby in case I failed to express gratitude when it was due.

It would be great to see the city once again.

Edgar, I don't want you to think that this rant is not worth a red cent so I'll tell you this: POM is not your hell yet. It pays to remember that angels lurk everywhere.

I wish you the best of luck.

Bryan Anthony

Reply to:

Dear Kababayans,

Greetings!

I am about to embark on a newly chosen life to work and live at PoM. I have just accepted an offer to work with Steamships Trading Company. Prior to finally accepting the job offer, I have joined this group to make a "feel" on how my kababayans in PNG (in general) communicate with each other. I have reviewed much of the messages posted by the group's members, exchanges of opinions, etc and found that although there was not so many messages being posted by members, at least it showed that there indeed exists a community spirit.

Using the groups' experiences and local knowledge, I would like to seek info on the following:

- security in general (my employer will provide housing and transpo)- for a flat to live alone with Two bedrooms (at least), how much on the average will I spend for utilities monthly? My off hours will be spent watching TV, movies, and using my laptop (chatting and all).- Living alone intending to prepare breakfast and dinner, how much is to be spent for food monthly?- I have visited PoM on the request of my employer to see the place last july and was shown to places like the location of the phil embassy, supermarkets, major roads, etc. and saw some of my kababayans. Is there a usual hang-out for the pinoy community?.. . restaurant, deli shops, padala centre, etc?- is it advisable that I open an account with a bank with branch at PoM (ANZ?) for a more convenient way to transact fund transfers to banks in Manila?- items I will need to bring with me which is considered expensive at PoM? My employer will furnish my accommodation with basic furnishings (stove, fridge, sofa, dining table/chair, bed (no linen), curtain). Employer will cover additional 20kg excess baggage by the way.

For good-hearted individuals willing to provide any info and chooses to communicate directly, I will be glad if they do so. Any info and ideas will be taken objectively and with much appreciation.

Friday, October 2, 2009

it's fuckin' right what these new age people say, count your fuckin' blessings! speak of gratitude! samoans, sumatrans, flooded marikina residents don't give a shit if your stupid boyfriend left you. why do you date a low life whose sense of worth expires with his fitness first membership anyway?

stop whining dear. it's not always about you.

anyhow... here's funny man greg roasting joan rivers...maybe a punch or two will crack you up a bit.

As for the film's merits (or the lack thereof)...hell, its numerous unnecessary plots made it appear lazily done. I was teary-eyed alright, teary-eyed from all the yawns. The a. shouting b. crying c. dancing d. slapping... please... there are other ways to tell a story. The Filipinos are (much much!) smarter than what you give them credit for.

Then again, I'm a mere mortal in the realm of films, hence, I yield to a more reliable reviewer:

"We really wanted "In My Life" to be one of the few films that we will always look back on and cherish as a film that brings a glimmer in our eyes. Unfortunately, that dream won't happen. So what made "In My Life" bad? First, it was definitely not the acting. We all have praises for the three main protagonists. Vilma was just at her best here and John Lloyd showed how much drama he can show out. Luis needs more improvement but he actually performed well being a homosexual so still, props to him. Second, it also wasn't the lack of drama thereof. There were oodles upon oodles of scenes where tears will fall and we also liked the occasional break from all the heaviness with light comedic scenes scattered all over the film.

Unfortunately, even with all the topnotch acting and drama, the simple truth is that "In My Life" left out one big aspect in a film and that is the story/plot. The story of "In My Life" was just too much for us too digest as there are a lot of unnecessary subplots happening all over the place (especially by the end of the film). As a viewer, we just wanted it to end but the film just gave more, more and more. We think the writers just forced it to have lots of dramatic avenues just for the sake that people will cry. As the saying goes, too much of anything is bad and this holds true here as they do not mesh well. Cry you will but you will might also wonder why. Even though it had unusual twists, it will make you think if it was really necessary to have them happen that way as an effective means to move the story forward. For us, they were not. "

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

my eyes are swelling as i type. of all the things said about Tita Cory, her unwavering faith impressed on me more than anything else. i promise to say the rosary more often. while some cynics (just as i was a few minutes ago) frown on repeated prayers, i realize now that solemnly repeating your prayers is equivalent to standing your ground and repeatedly reminding yourself that a divine force will take your side as long as you take his when a marching enemy storms your way. i believe that is what made Tita Cory a woman of strength and a woman at peace with her self.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

The thing is, the Philippines is problem ridden and not even the most distilled form of democracy would ensure her the pink slip.

What might work is a paradigm shift that is neither government initiated or requiring a political revolution. We need to be better Filipinos. We start by not taking a leak on public places, hold on to our emptied cans of soda until we see a rubbish bin, wear your fucking helmet when you drive a bike, be fucking punctual, teach pro-bono at an orphanage, find better things to do like signing up for a clean-up drive than driving yourself crazy google-ing to watch a mediocre physician and a slutty talent-deficient actress get on it...

I am not an allied science professional, but i know enough that adhesive bandages can hide the bruises but it's a far cry to cure cancer.

About Me

Bryan Anthony

lansones is my favorite fruit. the rest of the things that i like, are waiting at 5th avenue windows.
one day i travelled to eckhart tolle's earth.
since then each lansones tastes sweeter than the last yellow fruit.